I can't read

I can't read because my head is swarming with ideas. I can't put anymore in there; I'm constipated with thought amd with each word read I feel evermore urgency to write it out

I can't write.

I can't write because my mind is not at ease. I'm desparate for an evolved philosophy. I have the type of philosophies that offer ease, but not happiness. The type that help you weather the storm but are nowhere to be found in the deepest blue skies or the most firm blade of grass.

My head is pounding

And i thought laying in a dark room would help. But I have to turn the light on to cure this headache.